An Amusing Musing... On Tea...

Things are rather quite weird when you come to think of it, aren’t they?

Let’s take tea for example.

People love it, people crave it, people are addicted to it.

But narrow it down and what do you have?

You pick a mug. People are funny when it comes to mugs. Some prefer a hefty candidate. Others prefer dainty little teacup, which a nice pattern and a specially sculpted handle. But everyone has a favourite.

You add the water. Probably recycled. Been through more people you care to think about.  If not, then it has spent it’s entire life trickling down a mountain or whatever it says on the bottle. That is heated to the point where it will hurt if you touch it. 

You throw some leaves into that. Let them infuse. But not just any leaves. Specific leaves. Could you imagine cheese-plant tea? 

If you so wish, you can sweeten this mixture with more plant stuff. The desire for this plant stuff, however, in our not-so-distant past was desired to such an extent people’s liberties and lives were enslaved to its production.

Then, somewhere some weeks ago, a cow and had her tits squeezed. The juice nature intended for her children now go into a processor, then into a bottle, then into your fridge, and then into this mixture.

And then you sit down, probably with a plate of biscuits (or two) and put them all inside you.

So, anyone for a cuppa?

Disclaimer: I am fully aware of my rather weird relationship with tea. But it really is awesome.  I’ll probably write a poem about tea or something. Oh wait, I already have (shameless self-publicity) and you can read it here!